Ghost of the Past by Rebecca Stout

Author:Rebecca Stout [Stout, Rebecca]
Language: ukr
Format: epub
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Who Is That Woman?

Elliot looks around for Joyce, but is met by an empty street. The sun is illuminating the buildings. Elliot wonders how much has changed from Joyce’s day. What is going through her mind? How is she supposed to process this? She is dead. What would I do if I were dead? There have been times when I wished that I was, but not really. I would not really have gone through with it. Looking back, I did not really want it, but at the time I would have embraced it. Would I have come back? Probably not—why would I? What would I have to come back for? What does she have to come back for? It’s not like she came back in her own time—or maybe she did? Who knows? Maybe I should ask her some more questions.

It has been so long, doing this on my own, that I have no social skills anymore. What must she think of me? I would hate me if I had to work with me. Is that why she left? I’m here, working on my case, while she is here, doing what? What is she doing here? Is there unfinished business? Are we supposed to work together and solve this case? Why would she come here for that? If anything, she would need help solving a case back in her day. But what use am I? Here in this time. I don’t understand this, not that there is anything to understand. Maybe I have gone crazy. No one else can see her. No one else can hear her. I am the only one who can see or hear this dead woman. How would I respond if someone told me the very same thing? People have, in the past, but only criminals, crazy people. Told me they were hearing voices, seeing visions, being told what to do by some higher power. None of them mentioned ghosts, but what if there was some truth to their claims? If I can talk with a ghost, then what else is possible? If I am not crazy, then how many more people have not been crazy when it seemed they were?

Elliot looks around. He is back in his apartment, the door is open behind him, and the key is in his hand. He is standing there in a daze. He turns around and kicks the door closed. He throws the keys onto the shelf by the door and sighs. The apartment is cool and empty. He walks around, checking each room, checking in case Joyce is in one of them. She is not. He has known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he is missing her. The apartment feels more empty than usual, more empty than it was before she arrived, even though it was empty then too. Her appearance and then disappearance has created a void in his life. He does not like it.

Elliot makes himself some coffee, extra strong, but with four spoonfuls of sugar to counteract the bitterness.

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